This is a work of fiction - any similarities of names is purely coincidence. And yes, everyone in this story is above 18 years old.
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Nora bit her lip as I tried my best to go deeper down the purple fuckstick of hers. I looked up at her, squinting while I went back and forth, making questionable noises as I did so.
"Mmf." I let out a groan, my jaw feeling sore as I pulled away, drool the only thing connecting me and Nora's dildo for a mere second before it fell apart.
"You did amazing, Gen." Nora praised, making me feel some type of giddy way inside my chest. "That's definitely a view I'll miss."
I smiled, standing up to meet her eye before grasping her neck and meeting my lips to hers. She seemed to stiffen in surprise, before grasping my waist and kissing me back. I subtly moved my hands to her own exposed hips, keen on exploring her body since I had the chance. Her skin was hot against my palms, and I loved the feel of it. I pulled on the hem of her sweatpants, putting the dildo away, wanting to bring her attention elsewhere as my flat chest rubbed against her big breasted one through the clothes.
Nora panted against my mouth, somewhat confused as she grasped my shoulders. "What are you doing? I wanted to-"
"I know, but I want to explore too..." I whisper against her before kissing her roughly. Much to my shock, she let out a mewl when I bit down on her bottom lip, a noise I didn't expect her to make. I pulled away, looking down at her chest with curiosity. "Can I?"
"I-"
"You see, nobody is around at this time-" The door opened, causing us to freeze. I moved away from Nora quickly, almost knocking myself into the wall. The light turned on, hurting my eyes as the voice kept speaking. "Nora? Seriously? You know this is my spot on Fridays."
"Gen?" Another voice spoke up.
My eyes widened as they adjusted, recognizing the boy from my church group who also played football next to a very popular jock, Mickey Connors. "John? John Porter?"
"Huh, didn't think I'd find you here of all people." John crossed his arms.
I swallowed, suddenly conscious of what it meant for me to be here with Nora.
"Wait, you two know each other?" Mickey asked, holding open the closet.
"How'd you get in here?" Nora asked, running a hand through her hair with a frustrated expression. Her cheeks were red, like mine.
"Football practice, duh." Mickey held up a key, a smile on his face. "Just got back from the showers, wanted to put some 'equipment' away if you know what I mean." He smirked, taking a smug glance towards John, who looked at the floor with his face in the palm of his hand. I wasn't surprised by Mickey, everybody knew he fucked anybody and anyone.
"Well, if you'll excuse me..." I muttered, walking past the two guys and out of the closet.
"Gen, wait." I heard Nora call out to me, but I ignored it.
I went towards my stuff in the gymnasium, trying to fan myself in an attempt to regain my composure. I shoved the paper in the bag, grabbing my phone and slinging my bag over my shoulder as I exited the back of the Gym.
I walked towards the parking lot, licking my lips and tasting the tang of Nora against my tongue. I shivered, shaking my head as I tried to keep myself focused and forget about it.
"Well, that turned out okay." Nora called out from behind me. I looked back, seeing her following me. I rolled my eyes as I continued walking to my car. "Good thing it was just them or else we would've been-"
I turned back, glaring at her. "We? I'm the one whose reputation would be destroyed if I was found like that. Not to mention how careless you were! It's Friday!"
"So?" She asked, apparently lacking common sense.
"So we would've been stuck in there for days!" I shrieked.
Nora held her hands up, an amused smile on her face. "Woah, relax kitty. No need to get so aggressive."
"Aggressive? Me? Aggressive? You basically took advantage of me in that closet." I sharply said, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Hey, I pulled away when you said stop, did I not?"
Technically, I never asked for her to stop before that one time. I shook my head, furrowing my brows. "Don't twist my words around, okay, just because I didn't say no doesn't mean I said yes."
"You seemed to enjoy it enough on my fingers. And when you were kissing me and when you were sucking-" Nora shrugged, slightly flexing while she crossed her arms.
"Oh, shut up." I scoffed. "You said if I said to stop, that you would never touch me again, right? Right?"
Nora's jaw clenched, before she solemnly nodded. "Right."
"Okay then." I took a step back. "Consider this my-"
"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Nora breathed out. I raised a brow stopping in my tracks. "I just don't know how to keep my hands off you... You're too... too tempting."
I smiled, feigning being pleased before leaning in and saying, "You're an absolute idiot if you think that's any kind of apology."
Nora scoffed at me. "Oh, fuck you."
"You wish." I retorted snarkily. Nora raised a brow. "Good-bye, Nora." I turned away, spotting my car in the distance.
"Are you
teasing
me?" Nora asked, her voice sounding amused.
I ignored her, fuming silently as I unlocked my car.
"Oh, my god, you are." She laughed.
"I'm literally just trying to leave." I muttered, opening the driver's side.
"You know what?" Nora slammed her hand against my black car, leaning over me and making me hold my breath as I glared at her. "I bet by next Friday, you'll be on your knees begging for this dick."
"In your dreams, Giovanni." I shoved her away from my car, sitting down and slamming my driver's side door shut.
"Oh, you will be!" She sang out, patting the car's roof before turning away. I couldn't help but feel annoyed, yet giddy deep down inside at the prospect of her wooing me.
My lips quirked upwards, a small smile forming as I got myself situated into the car, and drove away from the high school.
I got home, feeling satisfied with the way the house was once again empty as I locked the door and went upstairs to my bedroom with all my belongings from school.
The minute I entered my bedroom, I locked the door behind me and undressed. I went over to my mirror, looking in my reflection to notice hickeys along my neck... I flustered up at the sight of them, looking over my naked body with slight marks here and there from Nora's rough touch... I made eye contact with myself in the mirror, my resolve breaking as I found myself unbelievably moist between my legs just at the thought of today's events.
All I could think about over the weekend was her. Her lips, her soft skin, her breasts against mine... I wanted to run my hands through her hair and feel her hands on me again. I had never thought about a boy like this, much less even had a crush so aggressive as this on one. At least I think it was a crush. I didn't know much about Nora to actually like her personality, but from what I had already seen, I liked her a lot.
Ironic how I had always been able to resist everyone else. Hot jocks and average boys or girls with good intentions didn't stir a second thought. I couldn't believe how easily she tempted me, how easily she got in my head, and to think I had underestimated the pull of her charm.
Monday finally came around. I had stayed inside the whole weekend, going as far as to miss church with much guilt, just to avoid the possibility of seeing her in public. Now that school was coming back around, I dreaded how I'd have to see her again. As I got ready, my heart pounded against my chest when I thought of what might happen today. Another closet rendezvous? Perhaps just a kiss this time... what closet would be best? I went with a long-sleeved knit sweater, a plaid mini-skirt with white sheer tights, and classic mary janes. I wanted to tease her, just as she teased me all weekend. And of course I was commando.
I dismissed my lingering thoughts, instead opting to distract myself with schoolwork. The minute I got in class, I saw her there. She was sitting on my desk, of all desks to sit on, as she talked to some goth girl.
I tensed, apprehensive at what she could be up to while she so clearly flirted while on my desk. I walked up behind her, scowling, "Excuse me, you're on my desk."
"I'm sorry, excuse me one moment, beautiful." Nora turned away from the goth who merely shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks reddening so much that it was visible underneath the semi-transparent white foundation. "Gen, darling, how are you this morning?"
"Move from my seat, please." I kept it curt, not wanting any more slip-ups. Even so, I glanced at her lips, remembering them on mine.
"Now is that any way to treat someone who got you coffee?" She put on a sickeningly sweet tone, gesturing to the iced coffee in her hand I had dismissed as hers. I frowned, glancing at the tempting beverage before simply rolling my eyes.
"I don't want anything you have to offer."
"Well, I hope you change your mind because..." She grinned, "I have a lot to offer. Which I'm sure you already know a bit about right?" Nora whispered the last part, biting her lip before jumping off the desk with a surprising amount of grace one could have for doing such a thing.
I scoffed to myself, sitting down and resisting the urge to have my eyes trail to where she went. Of course, I failed. I looked over, seeing her already looking at me, moving her hand with her tongue in her cheek to resemble her giving a blowjob.
I looked away, eyes wide as my breathing fastened at the thought. Her eyes were on me the whole class, sending me flirting glances and winking every now and then. I couldn't help the way my body reacted, my lower stomach suddenly fluttering intensely in a way that sent an ache straight down to my sex.
It was almost third period now. I had found flowers in my lockers, along with a post-it note that had a dumb sexual pun on it. 'I hope you're bad at cooking because I like to eat out.' I scoffed in annoyance, crumbling the post-it note before throwing it to the bottom of my backpack. As for the flowers, I just shoved them to the back of my locker where nobody could see.
